Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Watching Erica open the bottle and start drinking without saying a word.

Fisk asked suspiciously.

He didn't think that Erica called him over just to admire her newly rented house. When Erica called him in the morning, Fisk could clearly feel that there was something else in her words, and she must have something she wanted to tell him.

However, Erica didn't want to go to Hell's Kitchen, so she made an appointment here.

Erica hesitated for a moment. She had not yet broken up with Mark Murdoch. However, when Erica thought of Mark Murdoch's tone in the morning, she said directly, "Someone wants to send you to jail. They have evidence against you."

Fisk was stunned.

I asked subconsciously, "Who?"

"My boyfriend, Mark Murdoch."

Fisk squinted his eyes and looked towards Erica.

Seeing Erica looking at him cautiously.

His heart moved and the expression on his face became a little cold.

"What's wrong? Did you have a fight?"

Erica kept staring at the expression on Fisk's face.

Seeing that Fisk was becoming more indifferent to him.

I don't know why I suddenly felt a little panicked.

"I...don't get me wrong, I'm not...I...you..." Erica was a little confused for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Originally she wanted to keep her distance from Fisk.

But maybe it was because the sofa was too narrow and it was uncomfortable to sit cross-legged, or maybe she wanted to please Fisk, but she actually slowly straightened her legs.

The silk stockings-covered feet that were originally hidden underneath the legs were revealed.

Fisk pretended not to notice and drank his beer indifferently. "Since there is nothing else, I will take my leave first. I will come to visit you if I have the chance. You can also call me if you need any help."

Erica suddenly put her legs directly on Fisk's legs, pressing him down to prevent him from getting up, then leaned over and hugged Fisk's arm, "I... I think I like you!"

Fisk looked at Erica and didn't force her to get up.

But he didn't, and hugged Erica.

Instead, he reached out and slightly lifted Erica's pair of feet in flesh-colored transparent short stockings. He held Erica's slender feet and slowly lifted them up. Suddenly, a pair of clean and soft feet appeared in front of Fisk.

The fair white ankles, the silky, satin-smooth insteps, the delicate skin on the insteps, and the faintly visible tendons.

The soles of the feet are unusually soft, with five white jade-like toes between the sweet-sweet toe gaps. A pale white half-moon is faintly visible, and the jade-like nails are shy and coquettish, gently standing upright.

Erica didn't wear any nail polish.

Everything is in its original color.

This made Fisk feel a little regretful.

The round and soft toes were like five curled up cats, the soles of Qu Xiu's feet were soft, white and rosy, and the soles were like crescent moons and slightly cold.

The shiny, pink heels turn slightly yellow when gently rubbed, with rosy bumps and depressions appearing, which makes people feel pity and love them.

Fisk couldn't help but open his hand and hold her left foot, gently stroking and stroking Erica's flesh-colored toes, as if he was afraid that it would grow wings and fly away. He just felt the warmth and fragrance of his touch, which was wonderful.

"Erica, if you and your boyfriend had a fight, I don't think you should come to me at this time."

"It's not a quarrel..." Erica interrupted Fisk's words, but still leaned on Fisk's arm, and her feet trembled slightly, as if she was ticklish, but also as if she was numbed by Fisk's hot palm.

"He... told me!" Erica's voice also trembled. It felt like an electric current was running through her body. "He said that I should no longer obey the orders of the Hand and kill people everywhere. He said that I should protect those defenseless people with him! But now he has locked me up at home like a canary. I am not allowed to go anywhere or do anything... I am tired of this feeling. I am a killer. Although I can't feel any emotions in the Hand and am just a killing tool, I feel that I am still alive, but I feel like I am completely dead in that room... Like I have become a real zombie.

It was like being locked up in a prison. It was not like what he said, that I could live freely in this world... I don't want that kind of life." A tear slowly overflowed from Erica's eyes. This was a scene that Mr. Mark Murdoch had never seen before. He had never felt Erica lying in his arms like a little lamb.

Fisk wiped the tears from Erica's eyes with his fingers.

He shook his head. "I don't know what kind of person your boyfriend is. I don't understand him, but I think he might be doing this for your own good, but he might have gone a little too far."

"I......"

Erica was about to speak.

Fisk put his finger in front of his mouth.

"Shh!"

“I know, I’m strong.

I also know that I can give you the sense of security that your boyfriend has never given you. To be honest, this is what I should do, but I still have to say that I am not a substitute for your boyfriend. You have to face your own feelings well!"

Fister understood.

Erica must be feeling very empty and lonely right now.

You must be very confused inside.

I can even fuck her right on the sofa now.

But Fisk is in no hurry.

He knew the time had not come.

At this time, Erica was pushed down.

It doesn't mean that I have truly conquered this woman.

It's just satisfying physical desires.

Fisk not only needs to conquer this woman from the inside out, but also needs to make Mr. Mark Murdoch feel deeply desperate. Now Lawyer Mark Murdoch is confident of victory, and even if he knows that his girlfriend has betrayed him and is with his enemy, he will not feel too desperate.

Fisk is at his lowest point.

Push him forward again.

And Erica hasn't reached that final step yet.

So Fisk was actually very interested in this beautiful female killer in front of him, but he still had to be patient.

It's like facing a delicious dish.

Must be carefully controlled.

Don't save time or effort.

Erica couldn't get away.

But, deep down in her heart, she still remembers Mark Murdoch.

Fisk is now just a substitute for this lawyer.

But you can’t eat the meat, but you can drink a few sips of the soup, right?

Erica sensed Fisk was about to leave and hugged him tighter.

But she didn't confess to Fisk.

She was thinking about what Fisk had just said.

Did he really regard Fisk as a replacement for Mark Murdoch?

There is no way Mark Murdoch can feel safe.

And it was precisely because of my lack of security that I developed a liking for Fisk...

Although Erica is a top killer who has killed countless people.

However, when it comes to feelings, she is no different from any other girl who has just reached adulthood. She is just as naive, confused, and at a loss as to who she really needs.

But at this moment, Erica suddenly felt a faint electric current coming from her feet.

She averted her eyes.

Then, the neck turned red again.

Fisk slowly leaned down and lifted up one of Erica's flesh-colored stockings-covered feet. He played with it carefully in his palm for a while, rubbing his fingers over Erica's toes and instep. The smooth and slightly cool skin spread to Fisk's heart through the smooth short stockings, making his heart beat violently.

Fisk suddenly kissed Erica's toes gently.

Gently, like a child eating candy, with a smacking sound.

Gradually, his lips slid along Erica's slightly curved arch to her smooth ankle, then continued to kiss upwards, finally stopping at Erica's white and moist calf. At the same time, he held Erica's soft and fragrant feet with his free hands, and slowly spread Erica's slender and round legs slightly apart...

But at this moment, Fisk suddenly stopped his actions, slowly put Erica's feet down, and reached out his hand to touch her face covered with a human skin mask.

"Erica, if you can't figure it out, why not come to a court hearing in three days? Then maybe you'll know... whether you really like me, or just treat me as a substitute."

Chapter 89: The meat dish in the trial.

New York, this ancient yet trendy city, seems particularly quiet in the early morning.

The faint light shines through the gaps in the windows onto the cobblestone streets, creating soft bands of light.

The sky gradually turned pale, and the sun rose from the horizon, casting golden light on the glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers, reflecting the starlight.

Morning birds are singing on the branches, as if announcing the start of a new day. In front of the street coffee shops, sparse pedestrians are hurrying by, holding steaming cups of coffee or small portable breakfasts in their hands.

At the subway entrance, people working the early morning shift began to flow underground. Their footsteps were firm and powerful, like the heartbeat of the city.

Among the tall buildings, several hot air balloons slowly rise up, drawing the outline of freedom in the sky, heralding the arrival of a new day.

In Central Park, the morning mist is everywhere, and in the hazy air you can see the outlines of the trees dyed a light blue.

On the benches, the newly arrived homeless people woke up one after another, enjoying each other's company and tranquility. They greedily thought that they could live here until the day they died, but it would not be long before the cold New York would teach them what true pain is.

As time goes by, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually awakens, but the tranquility of the early morning is still hidden in the corners of the city.

Zhao Xuexi wore a sky blue sweatband on her head and sports shorts. Her snow-white thighs appeared and disappeared in the morning sun, attracting everyone's attention. Her slender waist was hard to hold, and sweat was visible on her skin.

She slowly stopped.

He looked helplessly at Zhao Hailun, who was lying on the park bench like a dead dog.

"Water, I want water...ah!" Zhao Hailun kept fanning his face with one hand, while reaching out the other hand towards Zhao Xuexi like a dying patient.

"No!" Zhao Xuexi slapped Zhao Hailun's hand away, sat down beside her, picked up the kettle hanging around her waist, and started drinking.

Zhao Hailun watched anxiously, her water bottle had already been drunk up.

This was her second day of morning exercise.